The trace of your lip
exposes your distracted mind
and the beat of your anticipation.
Were you waiting for me?
I left the door open —
floral flats strewed across the hardwood floor.
I couldn’t wait to get out of the office
and out of this button-down
to show you the heat underneath.
I release the heaviness of my day
onto your strong shoulders
letting your chest hair twirl in my fingers.
My hips anchored in your lap —
I face you and know I’m home.
Let my desire bathe your hungry eyes.